Danielle pulled into the run down motel, noticing the 67 Impala sitting out front. She slid out of the truck and braced herself to knock on the door. As soon as her knuckles hit the peeling door it flew open and Sam had her in his arms. "Dani! God I've missed you. Where have you been? How are you? Did.. did someone get in touch with you about Cain?" He fired question after question. "Slow down Sammy" She smiled as she spoke to her brother. "You know where I've been. I've been there since I left. I'm okay I guess. And yes. I know. I'm just.. I'm not ready, okay?" She looked at her worn out boots instead of her brothers look filled with pity. After a few moments of silence she finally spoke again "So tell me about this plan."
Dean sat at a smoke filled bar drinking a watered down whiskey while humming along with ACDC on the jukebox. "Hello Squirrel" A voice said right beside him. "Jesus!" Dean said while he jumped. "Dark Lord works better" Crowley said as he flagged down the bartender. "Okay Tom Riddle, what can I do for you?" Dean snorted into his glass at his own joke. "I need one last favor. I'll be in your debt Squirrel. We both know that's a very powerful thing to have" Crowley said in a low voice as he sqirled the tiny umbrella around his cocktail. "Yeah? And what's the favor?" Dean said turning to look the demon in the eyes. "Need you to clear out an old wearhouse that has a few Lucifer lovers in it." Crowley said taking his first sip and humming in response. "Let's go!" Dean clapped the King on the back as he stood and threw down a $20.
"Sam, I don't know about this. I'm not saying I don't trust Rowena, I'm just saying The Book of The Damned isn't something that I should even be near. Much less trying to help gather ingredients for a spell from it!" Danielle yelled as she backed into the corner. Her voice suddenly got soft "It's like it's calling to me. I want to take it. It's like an urge that I can't stop." She sunk to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest. She felt a hand on her arm and looked up expecting her brother to be looking back down at her, surprisingly, it was the witch. "I'll go lock this in tha car. Sam and I will go over tha notes and you can sit right here on tha bed and catch yer breath. Dear it must have been a long drive!" The older woman tutted as she pulled Danielle up on her feet. In a flash Rowena had grabbed the book and was out the door. Sam sat stunned at the small table in the middle of the room. He had never saw the witch care about anyone. Why was she being nice to his sister?
Quietness. When you're lying in bed at night it's all you pray for. Your mind to shut up, the leaky faucet to stop dripping, or for your brother to stop watching TV so loud. When you're on a hunt, it's the complete opposite. Quiet means something is up. Someone is hiding in the quietness. Dean slipped down the first hall he came to and tried three doors that all lead to small offices. Each had been empty. Empty and quiet. He heard a small shuffle from the next door, a large metal door. Glancing behind him and nodding his head to Crowley, Dean put his hand on the knob and pulled back. He stepped inside and took a quick look around. There must have been at least 30 demons staring back at him. Shit.
"Alright Rowena, we need to hurry!" Sam hissed as he glanced back at his sleeping sister. "You think I don't know that Samuel? I'm trying ma best here!" She hissed back. Sam shook his head and looked back down at his notes. An angel feather? That was seriously one of the ingredients for getting rid of the Mark of Cain? Where was he going to get... Cas! He excused himself to call the only angel he trusted.
"Cas?" Sam spoke when his friend answered. "Sam. Have you found Dani? Is she okay?" Cas questioned. "Yeah. Yeah she's here. She's fine. She's actually asleep right now. Listen Cas, I need you to come to the motel. We found the spell and it calls for an angel feather. I know this might be awkward but.. um.. could you...?" Sam trailed off while he rubbed the back of his neck. "I understand Sam. I will be there in three hours." Cas stated before he hung up.
There was no way the two would be able to fight off all of these demons on their own. Dean growled as he thought he should have known better than to help the King of Hell. "Well, well, if it isn't Dean Winchester. Miss these?" The woman chuckled as she flashed her eyes black. "Like a hole in the head" He quipped. "Here I didn't think you could go any lower Dean, yet here you are slumming with that thing!" She hissed pointing to Crowley. "Yeah, well, he growns on ya" Dean chuckled as he glanced back to Crowley and gave a small nod. At that moment Crowley let the angel blade fall from his sleeve, and Dean grabbed Ruby's knife from his waist band. The fight began. The demons all ran towards the two men screaming. Punches, kicks, hits, and stabs were filling the old wearhouse quickly. Dean and Crowley stood back to back fighting their way through the demons. Around 10 dead bodies lay scattered across the dusty floor. Realizing they were outnumbered and would most likely lose this fight, Crowley opened his suit jacket to grab his secret weapon. He had brought it as a 'just in case' and good thing he had! He pulled at Dean's arm and slid the weapon into his rough hands. Dean glanced down and saw The First Blade.
Sam and Rowena gathered all of the remaining ingredients and laid them across the small table. "Just the feather left. How long til yur angel gets here?" Rowena questioned as she looked at the list again. "For the hundredth time, he's on his way!" Sam said rubbing his hands through his hair. "This better work!" He said mostly to himself. "Oh, it will" The witch smiled down at him then glanced over at the sleeping girl laying on the bed.
"Crowley you know this isn't going to work! After I killed Cain it just felt like any other damn knife in my hand!" Dean said between punches to the demon who was currently on her knees gasping for breath. "You weren't mad then! You didn't want to have to kill Cain. It was a chore. Now try the bloody blade!" Crowley yelled as he ducked from the kicked aimed at his left knee. Dean gripped the knife tightly. It felt good. Felt like coming home. Felt like sitting in front of a warm fire after being out in the unforgiving December winter. Felt like an old friend. Dean smiled as three demond decended on him. Within the blink of an eye the three were all sliced up and laying in a puddle of their own blood. Crowley smirked as he pushed the angel blade into a small red head. Within minutes Dean stood in the middle of the room covered in blood and breathing heavy. Oh did this feel good. His bright green eyes were a shade darker as he glanced around at the bodies. Crowley spoke filling the silence "Good work. So now I owe you a favor. I'll just be taking the Blade and I'll be on my way" He stuck his palm out towards Dean. Dean looked down at the Blade in his fist. Could he let it go again? It felt like an extension of himself. He laughed as he started to walk away. Crowley was before him in the blink of an eye. "Dean. The Blade. Now" He said firmly. "Go to Hell Crowley. It's mine." He growled as he took another step towards the door. "They found Danielle!" Crowley said as a last effort in trying to get the hunter to stop. It worked. Dean stopped in his tracks. "Dani? She's.. she's near?" Dean questioned. "Of course. That's why I asked today for this favor. She's in the next town over. I figured we could handle this problem then go dropped in on the family" Crowley smiled as he took a step towards Dean. Dean looked back down at the Blade. It really felt good in his hand. Now that he knew his sister was safe and that she was close; which meant Sammy was close, he could kill the King of Hell. It had to be done. All demons had to go. He took his first step towards Crowley smirking.